Perfection is the natural consequence of eternity: wait long enough, and anything will realize its potential. Coal becomes diamonds, sand becomes pearls, apes become men. It's simply not given to us, in one lifetime, to see those consummations, and so every failure becomes a reminder of death.

Never invest yourself in anything so deeply that its failure could cost you your happiness.

...we both saw something we liked, a willingness to have no walls, or maybe just an unwillingness to keep them standing.

The only things people can ever know about you are the ones that you let them see

Two people who think they're in love can find out, when left alone, exactly how little they know about each other.

Love lost is a special kind of failure, I think. It's a reminder that some consummations, no matter how devoutly wished for, never come; that some apes will never be men, not in all the world's ages.

Adulthood it a glacier encroaching quietly on youth. When it arrives, the stamp of childhood suddenly freezes, capturing us for good in the image of our last act, the pose we struck when the ice of age set in.